Where the hoes, where the hoes
 Lookin', lookin', tighten up, tryin' to tighten up
 Where the hoes, where the hoes
 Check it out

 Verse 1 (Pimp C):

 I'm coming down candy, I put in my work
 Got a $10,000 link medalion hangin' on a $2000 shirt
 The game's been good
 And all the hoes wanna sit on leather and the wood
 Bitches tryin' to price my diamonds
 But that shit is just so common
 'Cause they see a nigga shinin'
 But I'm movin' too fast
 96 karats if you think that you could manage
 Got the drink and the salad
 Now the bitch is on the ?
 I'm comin' down Gulf way, I'm tryin' to see what's up
 I see big ass and some titties
 Now we flippin' in the 'Bourbon to the city
 The attitude's shitty but I bought no plex
 Ain't talkin' 'bout the Malcolm but I'm ridin' on the X
 The highway was so wet, I'm slippin' out my lane
 The bitch was on her knees, but now she's runnin' me a game
 I bet you never seen a big truck like that
 I bet you never got a dick sucked like that
 The bitch didn't know that I was tapin' the whole scene
 Now we watchin' that bitch suck me on a 5 piece screen
 The glitter and the gleam, we saw them in the show
 Chauffeurs and the sofas, hotel pictures and the hoes
 I got the haters, and the jackers, and the million dollar crackers
 Tryin' to close me down, but I got ghetto love
 I'm Pimp C bitch, I'm comin' down richer than rich
 So bitch you know you gotta gimme good stuff

 Chorus:

 Lookin' for that good stuff
 Ba ba ba ba da da da
 Tighten up on that backstroke
 Ba ba ba ba da da da
 Lookin' for that good stuff
 Tighten up on that backstroke
 Comin' down on fresh paint
 Blowin' Swisher Sweet smoke

 Verse 2 (Bun-B):



 We flippin' worldwide, P.A.T. International jetsetters
 Bigger than the Hollywood letters
 But don't get us confused, you lose when you bet us
 Breakin' off the jealous with pitch black Barettas
 My fellas and tellers who holdin' plates against them Texas boys
 Bringin' the noise to haters in 9-6 plex
 Like you major boy you have done played yourself
 Too $hort smoked you like a Newport, and you bought
 A one-way ticket to something bigger than you
 Over your head and got scared
 Exactly what I figured you'd do
 Now who you kiddin', I'm slangin', bangin', and skiddin'
 Busta playa moves and if you done it and did it
 As I sit in the lap of luxury
 DEA is tryin' to stick bugs to me
 Undercover motherfucker tried to sell drugs to me
 What could be more throw
 Mafioso puttin' bombs under my load
 Never show no grief miss the signs in the climate
 Now I'm comin' down shinin'
 Pieces and chains full of diamonds
 I'm winin' and dinin' and caligula
 Pretty boys gettin' off the hook
 Bitches sayin' but I'm diggin' ya
 But I know that make ya mega crunk
 And make ya make it man it make a niggas wanna pop trunk
 Got skunk from the Rasta, eatin' steak and lobster
 Like a mobster and gots to be lookin' for the good stuff

 Chorus